| Why don’t you be good for something
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| And draw down the shade
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| On a sign that sat up all night shivering
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| On a sign that sat up all night afraid
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| Well now chains on the oasis that
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| Leads a man to drink
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| Drunk on the kind of applause
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| That gets louder the lower you sink
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| Gratitude walks on Sixth Street
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| Pull it from the air
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| And they throw it in the blue
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| And you’re spinning under their wheels
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| Trapped in your room
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| You’re jumpy, you don’t want to see
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| You don’t want to see them have their fun
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| Slap her face if she should laugh
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| Push him down if he should try and run
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| Gratitude walks on Sixth Street
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| Take a number for your big woman
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| They sold the rules of dream land
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| In cotton, wool, and cement
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| Well it’s never what you want
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| It’s just the kind of thing that always happens here
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| Yeah you watch the good old days pass you by
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| Leaving your cupboards bare
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| Gratitude walks on Sixth Street |